Excerpt from The Davenports by Krystal Marquis, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

A flutter at her side brought her attention back to their guest.

"Ruby Tremaine. I don't believe we've been acquainted," Ruby said, her hand shooting out between them. Olivia met the gentleman's eyes, a twinkle of humor at her friend's boldness passing between them.

"Jacob Lawrence. It's a pleasure to meet you as well," he said.

"Mr. Lawrence recently moved here from London," Mrs. Davenport called with a smile, before returning her attention to Olivia's father.

"Oh? And what brings you to Chicago?" Olivia asked.

His eyes found Olivia's. "Looking for new opportunities."

Indeed, Olivia thought. "What sort of opportunities?" She could barely keep the flirtation out of her voice.

Mr. Lawrence grinned. "I'm looking to expand my shipping business beyond the British Isles. I met your father at a newsstand a few days ago and he graciously offered to make some introductions. I called to give my thanks."

Olivia felt her parents' stares from across the room and moved closer to Mr. Lawrence. "I apologize for my tardiness. If I had known you were coming, I wouldn't have kept you waiting."

Without taking his eyes off Olivia, Mr. Lawrence said, "No need to apologize. My visit was not planned. I only regret that we aren't able to spend more time together."

Olivia's heart raced.

Ruby near-shimmied her way between them. "I absolutely insist you attend my father's party this Friday."

"It's a campaign fundraiser for Mr. Tremaine's bid for mayor," Olivia's mother said, walking over. She turned to Mr. Lawrence. "The Tremaines' ballroom isn't as grand as ours, but it's sure to be a cozy, intimate gathering."

Olivia shot an apologetic glance at her best friend and said, "I have always found the Tremaines' garden to be lovely this time of year. Will it be open for exploration, Ruby?"

"Of course." Ruby sniffed. "We've spared no expense."

Mr. Davenport appeared at Mr. Lawrence's elbow. "It will be a perfect opportunity to meet Chicago's major players."

"You're very kind. I can't think of a better way to spend a Friday evening." Mr. Lawrence turned to Olivia. "Will I see you there?"

Olivia felt a flutter in her stomach. The season had only just begun, and here the most eligible suitor she'd ever laid eyes on was quite literally in her drawing room. Maybe finding a husband at last would be easier than she thought.

"Of course," she said, a smile playing across her lips. "I might even save you a dance."

Chapter 2
Helen

This looks nothing like the diagram, Helen thought as she inspected the undercarriage of the damaged Ford Model T John towed to the garage earlier that morning. A delivery like this reminded Helen of Christmas morning: the anticipation and the suspense, each vehicle a mystery. Even though automobile repair wasn't specifically in the Davenport portfolio, John quietly accumulated the best mechanics in Chicago to help him service and modify the new horseless carriages sweeping the nation.

That roster of mechanics included Helen. She stared at the deformed entrails of his latest find, convinced that her brother gave her the wrong schematics to study. The sketches appeared simple enough, but looking at the inner workings of the automobile now was like staring at a tangled web. It didn't help that John and the other mechanics made suggestions above her head. It was only a matter of time before the twins, Isaac and Henry, began bickering. She rubbed her temple, postponing the stirring headache.

"Hand me the wrench," John said. His hand bumped her face as he reached blindly in her direction.

She swatted his hand away and sat on the floor, dirt and oil altering the pattern already stained into a pair of John's old overalls. "I don't know why you won't just let me do it. My hands are smaller than yours."

"Fine then, you fix it." John's frustration barely disguised the challenge in his tone. The men around her stopped talking. Even Malcolm, who kept a scowl permanently etched on his face, took a step closer. She knew they would be watching her every move. The first time John turned a repair over to her, the whole garage erupted in protest, Malcolm loudest of all. Since then, most of the mechanics watched her with a mixture of amusement and awe. Malcolm, however, preferred to grunt from a corner about women knowing their place. About wealthy children using his workplace as their playground.

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